This isn’t really much of a story, but rather a few tales in one. For I have more than one event to focus on in this “story”. I am now 18, but the house I was living in growing up was built in the early ’40’s. I was only five years old when I had my first encounter with a ‘ghost’ which is what I refer to him as.
I would awaken in the middle of the night to a tall white figure standing in my doorway. It would never move, never walk away or reach out. It would just simply stand there and watch me. There were no intricate details to this figure. No eyes, or nose, or a face at all. It was just a pure white figure that came off to me as a man. I can’t say that I am certain of this, but I am almost
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